A Game of Dons by Nic Saint

Author:Nic Saint [Saint, Nic]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Puss in Print Publications
Published: 2019-07-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

“Whatever it is, I know nothing about it!” Chazz exclaimed the moment he opened the door.

They’d tracked him down in his home away from home: the mansion he lived in whenever he wanted to get away from New York, where he had a huge condo he liked to call his own. Then again, Rick’s dad probably had so many homes it was hard even for him to keep track. That’s what happened when you made your billions in real estate: you pick up a bijou little Manhattan residence here, a fancy little Hell’s Kitchen loft there, and before you know it you’re up to your eyeballs in homes, second homes, and about two dozen more.

“Isn’t this where you grew up, Ricky?” asked Fee as they stepped inside and followed Chazz into the living room.

“Yep. This was my humble home from the age of zero until I decided enough was enough and I struck out on my own,” said Rick.

Fee glanced around. The place was swanky. The entrance had a checkered tile floor, a sweeping staircase that rose up to the second floor, and portraits of the man in charge adorning every surface. Chazz was not a modest man. Here he sat on an elephant, Hannibal style, there he was conquering the steps of the Acropolis, and there he was dressed in an Iron Man suit, defending the world and rubbing shoulders with the other Avengers.

“Huh,” said Reece as he studied the Iron Man painting. “Funky.”

It summed up the portrait perfectly. Then again, billionaires tend to be a little... eccentric. Especially Rick’s dad, who liked to live large and free.

“As I said, I don’t know nothing about it,” said Chazz as he took a seat on a tawny leather sofa and leaned back. He was a tubby little man with an orange comb over, beetling brows and a face only a mother could love—though even she might have had a hard time loving a man with a face like a halibut and stalks for legs. Those stalks were sticking out of neon green board shorts and were white, thin and hairy.

“You haven’t even asked why we’re here!” said Alice.

“I don’t know and I don’t care,” said Chazz, looking ill at ease.

“Dad, your dog Spot was spotted at the scene of a crime,” said Rick. “So don’t say you had nothing to do with what happened this morning.”

“What happened this morning? Oh, you’re talking about the Dow Jones? That’s geopolitics, son. If you want to know the reason the Dow dropped, talk to the Fed!”

“We’ll talk about this fella Fed later,” said Reece. “Right now we want to talk about Vic Grabarski.”

“Who?” asked Chazz, his eyes flitting to and fro. “Never heard of him. Never!”

Rick’s dad would make a lousy poker player, Fee thought. She’d taken a seat on the sofa across from the billionaire, and so had Reece. Rick, meanwhile, remained standing, possibly hoping this would help him get the upper hand. And Alice was admiring Chazz’s comic book collection. They were on display in a glass cabinet, and there were easily hundreds of them, if not thousands.

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